"If you're talking about lack of peace and damages on 'Lock's property, it's almost always your fault. Not always, but almost."

Shada squeezed his shoulder and he yipped, not sure why. He shrugged and walked off, annoyed now. His ears were folded back and his tail trailed behind him, on the ground. He still didn't realise that he was on all fours. He sighed as he arrived at the riverside, and lay down on his belly, tiredly. He let the flowing water soothe him as his thoughts wandered on other things he considered more important.

... Not to mention the time when D replaced a bag of Red's sugar with a volatile substitute... As if that wasn't enough, he had a large stash of it in a hut, which... one could say that, it went with a bang.

Miiam chuckled at Kilra was he walked along. He thought of how full of fire she was. She was correct that the others would come but meanwhile he had a few questions. Kilra....what compels you to do good throughout the land?

Caught of guard by the question, Kilra slowed slightly, quickly resuming her normal pace. The question provoked thought in her. It was a rare occasion that she actually thought about the why of her actions, beyond the fact that they were for the cause of "goodness." Thinking about it now, the term seemed a little abstract.

Well, truthfully, I grew up reading into the tales of great heroes, and that's what drove me to become one. And if you have the ability to do so, isn't it the moral thing to do to help others in need?

She kept some things to herself. Often it was not the motivation to do good that led her into adventure, but the desire for adventure itself. Opportunities to do good usually presented themselves along the way.

Miiam nodded slowly. So you do good in order to help others and become a hero. I thinks that's honorable enough. So what will fill your heart when you become unable to venture? Will you be satisfied to stay static and do good from there?

Kilra had taken her time before she replied. To her, the idea of being unable to go adventuring was an absurd idea.

Well, the notion hasn't actually bothered me before. I mean, I'll be fit for adventuring for a few hundred years at least, and with magic healing about, the only thing that could stop me is death itself.

Miiam seemed a little saddened. My Kilra...Don't rely on magic for everything...And even the ancient oak getting on in years suffers. I don't want one day...for you to find yourself in a position of helplessness unprepared. He seemed to grow a little greyer. My strong drow...don't ever forget how strong you are insided and out. It'd hurt my spirit to think one day sadness would hurt you. He sped up his pace and walked a little ahead of them.

Red blinked again, and looked down to his hands which were now acting as front paws. He stopped for a moment, and then got up from the ground, brushing off some dirt from his hands. He then caught up the the group again, trying to look indifferent, though his ears were pointed back and his muzzle was redder than usual.

They're journey was uneventful for the most part. A little rain made the grass wet and slippery as they traveled. Miiam warned them to be careful or they would arrive in Ordana with some embarrassing spot on their bottom.

They sky was still covered in a grey blanket and few birds bothered the sky. It was a dreary journey to Ordana but at last when they saw the buildings of the city they felt relieved.

Miiam paused outside the gate. You all head inside. I'll be waiting for you whenever you feel like continuing. They next city is Aegir City, the final civilization before Poppione's Barrow.